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 Erik.

Money, house, inheritance—everything!

Selma.

Is that what you call everything?

Erik.

Come, let us go, Selma. You are all I have left me. We must bear the blow together.

Selma.

The blow? Bear it together? [With a cry.] Do you think I am fit for that, now?

The Chamberlain.

For heaven's sake!

Erik.

What do you mean?

Thora.

Oh, Selma, take care!

Selma.

No, I won't take care! I cannot go on lying and shamming any longer! I must speak the truth. I will not "bear" anything!

Erik.

Selma!

The Chamberlain.

Child, what are you saying?

Selma.

Oh, how cruel you have been to me! Shamefully—all of you! It was my part always to accept—*